Hand me a broken scissor
Claw me a hand with it
Don't kill the steep sheep
When the electric flows through it

Through a blanket locket
Warble it back and forth
And for now, she's lost it!
My sweet sugarcane

The tooth made me do it
Feed the hatred lover
And dial into a billion noises
That scatters like the roaches

Melt the blue rocket
So we can make the score
Color the deaf maggots
So the cows sees her figure

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